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What is the lower bound of probability before a scenario is implausible?
If it is less than fifteen percent, I consider it implausible.
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What is the lower bound of probability before a scenario is implausible?
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Are you implying that no scenario exists in concept that guarantees a victory?
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There are uncountable different possible scenarios, but I'd like to know how likely each must be for you to consider it.
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What factors have you accounted for to make your estimations?
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What are the best and worst possible probabilities that we might face?
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*Appears behind Xirqiae-Ulthar*
That's right, little Codex~ It's tempting to simply be rid of you now, but where's the fun in that? Now that Azy is gone... Well, the idea of her becoming a Codex is slightly alarming. So I'll leave you free for now. But know this: There will come a time when you must choose to join me, or perish. See ya~
*Disappears*
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-One Codex- The Codi all have powers?
-Another- How can they be threatening Existence?
-Another- We did what we could before, but how are 32 of us meant to stop billions?
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I'm surprised. Well, just because Seth was stubborn doesn't mean I have to expect you to be.
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*They shuffle and mutter before quieting down again*
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*The Codex give general expressions of distaste for listening to somebody they don't know, but together acknowledge that you are a Codex with the powers Ma'at explained and that you can probably be trusted; they slowly quiet down*
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*Grumbles* I dislike when he does that. He should come here physically like the rest of us. *Opens a portal back to Aphrodite's mansion, where the Codex mill about, grumbling*